the response from the tree, or not about failure, or grace gone wild
this poem is like 2 1/2 pages long. this is the first stanza. i may be submitting this for publishing so i’m not gonna share the whole thing.
if my fingers are inside out
writing this
will blood splatter over
the keyboard on the screen
if i commit the act of a failure
will my blood pour out
from the tips of my fingers
